Fremantle continued to march through the chump teams like the Germans, or anyone else really, through France as they head for September full of confidence and percentage. It was a quick death handed to Port Adelaide, mostly thanks to the benevolence of Freo’s small forwards who had them done by quarter time, with Port Adelaide’s only goal a freakish effort from the arse of Jake Neade. There was more of the same in the second quarter as Fremantle kicked goal after goal while the Power were forced to stand around and watch, ending the first half with just one goal but no pants. Fremantle didn’t let up for the second half, kicking another 11 goals, triggering a Mexican wave from the supporters and leaving Port Adelaide wondering if they should even bother showing up when the finals kick off in two weeks.
